your laying on the couch sleeping in a ball shaped form as I sit at our dining room table you haven't been feeling good lately and now I'm starting to get worried...Baby?..are you okay..I walk over to you and rub your shoulder..Talk to me Baby..please..a little girl walks up behind me and says "Daddys is Buba okay?" I look at her with a calm expression Buba is okay he just needs some time to get better,we'll go to the doctor tomorrow if he's not better...